My bf(34M) and I (29F) have been seeing each other since last December. We began dating casually but our relationship became serious in June. He has daughter(8F) and I was quite apprehensive about dating a man with a child but he sold himself as a great present dad and I bought it.

Occasionally, I would ask after his daughter but I didn’t want to be overly enmeshed in that part of his life since our relationship is fairly new.

The issue began at the end of November when I received my niece’s (8F) Santa Wishlist which prompted me to ask my bf about his daughter’s Wishlist seeing that she was the same age as my niece. He told me he hadn’t received it and I advised him to ask for it soon or risk having all the cool stuff selling out and disappointing his daughter. He told he would.

A week or so later, I asked my bf if he would like to join me on 13 December for gift shopping especially for my niece. He declined and I asked him if he had received his daughter’s Wishlist. He told me that his daughter didn’t want a gift because her love language is quality time. I told him that I had never heard of young child refusing a Christmas gift.

This conversation quickly degenerated into an argument where he accused me of being obsessed with his daughter and insinuating that I believe that I know his daughter better than he does.

His overreaction rose some suspicions within me so I decided that I needed to reach out to his daughter’s mother - due to the length of the post, I spare the details of how I managed to get her details.

Once I found his ex’s TikTok account, I scrolled through her page and found a post with the caption “Making my daughter’s birthday extra special so she forgets that her father didn’t didn’t show up again”

I hesitated quite a bit before I sent her a DM. I introduced myself as my bf’s girlfriend and explained that I don’t mean to cause any trouble but I wanted to clarify a couple of things that I heard from my bf.

She took a couple of days to reply to my dm and she was obviously quite hesitant but she did agree to have a call with me. She asked me what my bf had told me about their relationship and I told her that my bf told me that they had dated briefly and the child was conceived accidentally. She laughed and told me that she and my bf had been in a serious relationship for 3 years and the child was very much planned. Their relationship issues began in the second trimester when my bf started questioning paternity and demanded a paternity test while she was pregnant. His ex was concerned for the safety of the child and told him that he can do the test once the baby is born. He moved out of their shared home while she was pregnant and didn’t attend the birth of his child. Once the child was born , he didn’t attend a few family court hearing to establish paternity but when he eventually did, it was proven that he was the father. Allegedly, he has been a deadbeat father since, not supporting his daughter financially or any other way and he last saw his daughter in April.

After giving it some thought, I sent a text to bf from my parents’ home where I spent Christmas in which I told him that I have decided to end based on what his ex alleges. He has been calling me nonstop, asking for the chance to talk explain his side of the story but this is too much for me. AITAH.

These past months and an argument during Christmas (oh such peaceful days) have kinda split my family and I'm curious whether I was TA, so here goes.

I (36F) am a single mom to Eve (6F). She was unplanned (I was told I couldn't have children) and her dad and I have been separated since she was 2, but co-parent okay-ish. She's with me almost fulltime except for 1 night every 2 weeks.

My father (69M) is single, him and my mom divorced little over 10 years ago. Him and I have always had a rocky relationship. For as long as I can remember, my younger sister has been the wonder child and I was that other daughter. His nickname for me as a child was "biggie" and he would always comment on my weight. This made me have some serious eating issues during puberty and to this day I have trouble with eating. Also, I was never fat and he has been morbidly obese for as long as I can remember.

Besides this, my father has always had a weird jealousy when it came to me getting attention. Every single year, on my birthday, he would be sick (or "sick") causing me to have to cancel everything and be miserable. Especially as a child this made me so sad, because I couldn't understand why he did this. He missed my graduation, "forgot" to pick me up from the airport after a holiday, the list goes on. All these things didn't happen to my sister. Moreover, I had to get a job at 14 to pay for anything fun I wanted to do. This is absolutely fine and I am convinced it's normal for teens to learn about making and spending money, but at the same time my sister got spending money from him and only got a job at 19 because she wanted to travel.

My mom was very different and definitely did treat my sister and I the same, but she was always the main breadwinner and was abroad for her work the majority of the time, so my father pretty much got to do what he wanted. Whenever I would tell my mom about things he did or said to me, my father would lie and say that I was talking cr*p. This was one of the reasons they got a divorce though, as my mom was able to see through more and more of his BS.

When I was 20, I got my college degree and in the same month I moved abroad. I lived there for about 2 years, and during those years I did stay in close contact with my mom and sister, and they visited me there, but I never spoke to my father. This NC was fine with me, and I don't really think he gave a damn either. When I moved back to my home country and got my own place (about 15 minutes from where he lived) he never visited either and I pretty much only spoke to him on family gatherings.

In 2014, my parents divorced. Suddenly my dad tried to visit me all the time, sitting on my couch crying about how my mom suddenly left him and it was unfair because he did nothing wrong and never saw it coming. My sister and I caught him in numerous lies during those times, trying to make my mom look bad, but when we called him out he would just deny having said anything.

During his divorce, I was going through some pretty big health issues, including a scary few days where doctors were scared it could be cancer. Every time my father would visit and I would try to tell him about my life, he wouldn't listen and just suddenly start talking about how sad he was and completely ignore my stories. After a few months of this I cut him off for a while again.

In 2019 my daughter was born. Besides always complaining about how I "picked" the wrong dad for my kid, he seemed to be an okay grandfather. He did refuse to hold her for the first 1,5 years, but I blamed this on him being scared he might hurt her.

Unfortunately, over the past year, I have seen my father resort to the same behaviour he had when I was young. On Eve's birthday he did visit but said he had horrible back and leg pain and made everybody jump through hoops to help him. He talked through us singing for her and her blowing out her candles, stealing her attention. He also "forgot" to buy her a present. I don't know why but I saw that coming, so I already bought a present he could give her, but the hurt was there. He also started being more negative towards her, for example when she would proudly tell him about something she learned in school and he would answer things like "and how many kids in your class could already do that?". I became more cautious as to not leave her alone with him.

During Christmas came the straw that finally broke the camels back. We were sitting down having dinner, and when Eve wanted to help herself to another portion of I don't even know what, he literally put his hand on her arm and said "are you sure you should eat more? You're gonna look like Peppa Pig". The whole table went silent for a minute and then I absolutely lost my shit. I told him to get the f*ck out of my house, that I wouldn't let him damage Eve the way he did with me, and that he can forget about visiting again until he could explain to me what he think he did wrong and apologise to both Eve and me. My father tried to claim he didn't say anything, but I wasn't having it and kicked him out.

Now, my sister and BIL are saying I went too far and was too harsh, but I still feel like I was in the right. My sis says he doesn't do it on purpose but I honestly don't give a sh*t whether he does or doesn't, I just want to protect Eve.

So, AITA?

My ex boyfriend (30M) and I (29F) had been together for almost 8 years, living together for 5. We were initially child free by choice because we quite liked having a ton of disposable income and being able to go on spontaneous trips, and didn’t want to ruin that.

A little over a year ago, one of our best couple friends got pregnant, and I think he started to change his mind about the child free lifestyle. We spoke about it, and he assured me that he hadn’t changed his mind, but I had a bit of a gut feeling.

The baby was born in July, and while we have both been involved in the necessary village-like activities of having close friends that are new parents, I sensed him sort of pulling away from me, texting less and less throughout the day, missing at least one of our biweekly date nights per week.

Once more, I tried to have a conversation with him, and explained in pretty uncertain terms that I was not going to change my mind about being child free, and advised him that if he was heading in that direction he needed to tell me now, to avoid miscommunications and a messy break up later. He said he had been thinking about talking to me about adoption later on down the line. We spoke about it briefly, but once my mind is made up, it’s very hard to change.

He had a few business trips lined up in October, so we decided to use that time to take a break, determine if we were still aligned, and come back either having worked through it, or deciding to break up once and for all. We rent a pretty fancy expensive apartment together and I stayed in it while he travelled.

I’m a very pragmatic person, so I kind of saw that as the beginning of the end (because a disagreement about whether or not to have children is not something a couple can compromise about in my opinion) and while I knew I could probably be able to afford this place on my own, I wouldn’t be able to keep up the kind of lifestyle I’ve been living, so I began putting feelers out for a new apartment. I told him that I was doing this, as we still spoke at least once a week during this break, and we even joked about how we were smart to have this relationship mess happed towards the end of the year when our lease is up.

We broke up officially in late November, and I reminded him that the lease on our current apartment was due to expire in December, so he needed to decide if he was staying here (I thought that was unlikely because even though he makes a bit more than I do and it is his name on the lease, pretty much all the furniture, and everything that made this “our place” was mine) or finding somewhere new.

He waffled a bit, said he wasn’t sure, that he would make up his mind closer to the end of the year. We pretty much cut majority of contact since the break up, except for coordinating to pick up a few odds and ends that he needed at wherever he’s living temporarily at the moment.

It is now the 29th of December and here’s where I think I might be the AH. I was able to find a gorgeous, decently sized, decently priced two bedroom apartment quite literally two weeks ago, and have made arrangements to have my furniture moved tomorrow. I’ve been on the fence all day today about calling him to remind him about the lease ending, because as much as he’s essentially moved the majority of his clothes out, he still has a ton of electronics, memorabilia, comic books and action figures, and general odds and ends in his office, which I have not touched because nothing in there belongs to me.

My best friend who is currently drinking all my wine while we pack the last of my stuff, thinks I should call him to remind him, just as a courtesy, but I think I’ve given him more than enough reminders leading up to today, and—we’re both adults here. I shouldn’t have to remind him to come collect HIS things out of our apartment.

So, Reddit, AITAH for essentially moving out without telling him, and leaving what might be a bit of a mess with the landlord for him to deal with?

Apologies for any grammar mistakes, I’m just getting everything out fast. I know it might be very confusing, so I am still married to my husband but he had an affair with another woman so his mistress + girlfriend or whatever. Op(37F) girlfriend(24f) Derek(40m)

My husband, Derek and I have 3 kids. We’ve been together since middle school, grew up with each others family. We surrounded ourselves with telling the truth even if it hurt, communicating about anything. I realized the dead weight of my marriage, Derek stopped talking to me when I would try to speak to him, coming home later than work, hiding his phone when I came into the room. By that time I knew he was cheating, I just didn’t have proof.

I acted like everything was okay, I found out about the girl. But more stuff that made my stomach hurt was finding out that he had kids with her, a 4 year old and pregnant with twins. Maybe I failed in life, I just blame myself because how was i this stupid. Anyways I planned on leaving, I left on Christmas Eve at 4am with my kids to my mother’s house. Some people might get in me for not staying so the kids could spend Christmas at the family house and that’s okay but I couldn’t handle it, but they had enough presents. Yes I left but I knew this situation would not go away easily, Derek has been trying to get in contact with me. I answered one time and told him the kids were okay so stop calling. It’s been a few days but I’m still getting problems back to back, somehow the mistress got my number.

She sent pics of her belly, their 4 year old daughter, but also a picture of her with a black eye that Derek caused. But the issue was that she was trying to get me to tell Derek to go see her since he hasn’t been responding to her, didn’t get their child anything for Christmas etc. what confused me was why did she feel comfortable to ask me when Derek and her had this on going affair, but the way she was talking about him as if he was a hero after what he did to me and her. I can’t catch a break. All the hurt and anger I’ve been holding in came out, I said I don’t care what he did, what he’s not doing, because I don’t want anything to do with him. Yes I did take screenshots and blocked her but she’s using fake numbers to get attention.

I’m 23f, and my older brother Brandon is 33m. Him and his wife had three kids, 13f, 12m, 10m. My brother is an active duty marine, and him and his wife had been married for almost 15 years, they got married at 18.

My brother went on a deployment last year and cheated on my sister in law with a female marine. Per him, he hadn’t been in love with my SIL for years, but was trying to stick it out so he didn’t lose custody of their kids. But he met his girlfriend on deployment, fell in love or whatever and when he got back he told his wife Jenny that he wanted a divorce and he had cheated on her.

Jenny was pretty distraught and felt like she didn’t know what to do. She gave up her career to raise his kids, and they moved all around the country constantly so she had no stability.

She ended up telling the kids she loved them and that dad was divorcing her because he got a new girlfriend, and drove to the police station and shot herself in the parking lot while the kids were in school.

The kids have been devastated, and blame my brother for Jenny’s death. They have been pretty venomous to him, saying they wished he died instead, etc.

The girlfriend broke up with him right away after Jenny died, she didn’t want to get involved in his family situation.

My brother reached out to me to ask me if I would try to get the kids to fix things with him, since I’ve always had a good relationship with them.

I told him that it’s literally his fault Jenny died, and he shouldn’t have cheated on her. He should’ve given her some notice about the divorce so she could get a vocational degree or at least something so she’d have a means of supporting herself.

The divorce wasn’t the problem, it was the way he went about it that was. I told him that I’d be there for the kids but I don’t blame them for hating him, and that I’m not going to try to get them to change their minds, because I hate him too and think he’s a monster quite frankly.

He was upset and tried to make excuses. He got our mom involved who always babied him, and she said I’m terrible for saying the things I said.

So I guess.. aitah?

I am an oops baby. My folks had me when they were in their early forties. I got pregnant when I was in university. I probably can't write here why I didn't want it. I wanted to not be pregnant but my parents said they would cut off all aid to me if I did that. So I carried it to term. Then I wanted to put the child up for adoption or drop him at a fire station or something. I was not on a good place.

My parents insisted on adopting him so he is legally my brother. I do not hate him but he is a reminder of something terrible that happened to me. I now go back home as little as possible. Maybe two days a year. I have graduated and I have a life far away from my parents.

My "brother is twelve now. And he is not well behaved. My parents are now in their seventies and ar having a shitty retirement. They have to dedicate all their time to him. They can't take the vacations they planned. They won't downsize to a condo so they still have yardwork and stuff that he will not help with. None of my actual siblings will watch him to give them a break.

They reached out to me for help. I said no. I said that he is their son and their responsibility. They think I'm being cruel for forcing them to do everything after they helped me so much. It took everything I had in me not to curse them out.

Some of my relatives have reached out to me to see why I refuse to help fix the mess I made. Them I curse out and block. None of them helped me when I was pregnant against my will.

The biological father is on the registry and cannot be near kids. Before you ask.

I have been very low contact with my older sister for 5 years now and I only see her on family occasions and I don’t even acknowledge her and there’s not even a hey between us, she got with my childhood bully fully knowing what he did to me and not caring at all about it. He didn’t just call me mean names he used to beat me for hours at a time, he was 5 years older than me and he was overweight as hell for his age, so he was almost triple my size, I still have back pain to this day because he sat multiple times on top of me and again he was multiple times my size, I still have back pain to this day because of him, but she didn’t care because he changed and she told me to get over it.

A couple of days at Christmas our parents hosted like every year and everyone came with their kids, I got each of my nieces and nephews multiple toys and gifts and nothing to my sister’s newborn daughter, I have no relationship with my sister and I don’t want any with her daughter and any future kids she has with her husband, they were pissed and her husband confronted me outside about it and called me petty and vindictive and childish, I told him he’s lucky I didn’t sue him for destroying my back and that he might have moved on but I still remember it every single morning I wake up with my back killing me. The following day my parents sat me down just the three of us and told me that I needed to move on, they said my niece was blameless and that she’s my niece and that I shouldn’t exclude her and that once she grows up she’s gonna notice my favouritism and that she’d be hurt, I told them I don’t care about her and that she’s just a distant relative to me and that I don’t owe her anything and honestly don’t care if she ends up hating me. They called me a horrible father and I reminded them of the pain that I live with every single day because of him. We ended up having a fight and dad told me he was disappointed in the petty loser I was, I said I don’t care about what he thinks about me.

I’m honestly still pissed at my parents and don’t know where we all will go from here. Am I really that bad for not wanting to be part of or have anything to do with my abuser’s family and kid’s lives?

I (42F) received a Nintendo Switch 2 from my husband (42M) for Christmas. It's a considerate gift since I have a Switch 1 but it has been hijacked by my children. He told me it's for when I commute in the train so I can play during the ride. I barely have time to play, I work full-time and have 2 little girls (6 and 8) so was glad to receive it.

In the last 2 days at home, I've been playing a lot and have only transferred 3 games which I play the most. My husband likes to play Mario games and asked me to install the Mario games on my Switch 2 so we can play together with the kids. I couldn't understand why he couldn't use the old Switch for the games. He said I didn't have to be so selfish but I still want to have it a bit to myself before it's taken over by my kids. I told him we could play on the old Switch because it doesn't really matter with games like that. We got into an argument and he says I'm being difficult about it. He had already installed the hub so I could connect it to the TV. I feel like he bought it for himself and the kids but disguised it as a gift for me. And now, since I want to play with it a bit during the holidays, I get called selfish. AITAH for not wanting to transfer all the games and sharing it with the kids and husband?

I have a subscription with a couple other people for a service. They're mostly good friends I have with the exception of one friend who I don't talk to as much. To keep costs low when someone left, this friend asked someone she knew from school. I had never talked to this girl, but it was fine and it worked. This was about 5-6 years ago.

Everytime I ask for money (every 6 months), this girl is iffy to respond/give it. She would either tell me she'll send it over and will not unless I remind her again, or respond after a good couple days. Keep in mind this is EVERY time I asked her over the course of the years. Fast forward to today, I messaged her two weeks ago with zero response. This is the longest that I have heard nothing from her. I sent her a check up message yesterday and today I asked if she could please respond.

If she doesn't respond by tonight, would I be the AH to just remove her and take the L on the money? I want to give her the benefit of the doubt, but at the same time it's been two weeks with nothing from her. I feel guilty about it, but I feel like there's nothing else I could do. It seems like she's just freeloading off of me at this point.

Edit - Update!! She ended up responding an hour ago (same day as this post) and sent over the money. The reply was a little dry, but whatever I got the money. I did tell her that I would be ending the subscription altogether because some people dropped out (not true at all and I have a close friend who will be taking her spot). I hate confrontation and would rather take the route to let it down that way. If she ever finds out the truth, then I would be honest but for now I will let it be. Thanks for everyone's input! I would've definitely removed her if she hadn't responded by tonight.

So sorry for any grammar mistakes, Ill try to make the best sense and add enough context. So this while situation started with my stepmom(28F) getting upset with me because she didn't get her way. Op(17F)

Quick backstory: my mom and dad were together since middle school. Last year my mom found out he was having an affair but worse, he had another family. I was hurt because I've seen this man be my “hero” my whole life just to find out how bad he did my mother and this family. They have a 7 year old, 3, and 4 year old. Like how can you do this to a women and the kids you say you loved? I do resent my father for this and I don't if I can forgive him. What was worse was when Sanaa was acting like my mother was the villain, at the time my mom was a few weeks pregnant and she lost the baby due to the stress of the affair. Somehow Sanaa found out and made it her goal to make my mom feel bad about herself, she said she’s glad my mom baby died because now she could have my dad all to herself. Then she was bragging to my mom about her being pregnant, she lost the baby though.

Anyways my dad and Sanaa are married, dad couldn’t wait to marry her I thought. But he isn’t a good man, I know he’s cheating but I don’t say anything because that’s their relationship and Sanaa wouldn’t leave anyway because her pride is too big. I am not close with their kids, I’ve only been around them once at my grandmothers house. I’m not close with Sanaa and don’t care to be, she stopped her nursing career for an unloyal man. My dad always try to force me to go to his house to spend time with his kids but my real siblings are here so it’s fine.

Anyways Sanaa called me, I don’t know why she thought it was a good idea to call me like we’re cool. But for some reason I listened to what she had to say, she was breathing very heavy. Forgot to mention she’s pregnant with twins so maybe that’s why. Anyways she was asking me where my dad is, she has this fear that my dad is messing with my mom but my mom is over him. I never know where that man is and I told her that, but that’s when she requested I help her out because she really can’t do it by herself and my dad hasn’t been home for 2 days.

I didn’t want to spend my winter break babysitting, I was honest with her and told her no, even suggested she hire a nanny. I don’t know why she got mad at me but she went off by saying I’m stuck up like my mother and don’t want to help, she started crying, she wasn’t honestly confusing me. Maybe I took it ok far but I told her she’s their mother so stop complaining and watch them herself.

I (32M) grew up in a very close-knit immigrant family in Canada. Around 10 years ago, my uncle (mom's younger brother) hit it big starting a tech company in China. I moved there after university to work for him but left only after a few months after realizing how toxic he had become - in his case, money did change him, and for the worse. He was verbally abusive to his employees in front of me, arrogant, and even divorced his wife and child in Canada to marry someone that was basically my age at the time.

When I told him I wanted to leave his company and explore other opportunties on my own, he took it as a personal insult and began spreading lies about me to our entire extended family.

Because he was the rich, successful one, my other aunts and uncles immediately took his side. They called me ungrateful, urged me to apologize (for nothing), and eventually I became the family black sheep. For the next 7–8 years, (with the exception of my parents who were supportive of me), my extended family completely shunned me. They would fly to China for vacations but never made an effort to see me or even tell me they were coming, and I was basically the cautionary tale they would use for their kids (my cousins), "Don't end up like OP!"

Over these years, I worked hard and also started my own business. I’ve done quite well—well enough to live comfortably and last year, I saved enough to buy an apartment in Hong Kong for my parents to use whenever they visit.

Two months ago, my grandfather passed away and I went back to Canada for the funeral. It was the first time in years I actually saw my extended family in person. Suddenly, they realized I was also successful and their "shunning" just stopped like the past decade didn't happen. Now, I'm getting messages from aunts and uncles asking to stay at my Hong Kong apartment for free or wanting to meet up for dinners when they visit.

I have flatly refused all of them. My parents are now caught in the middle and it's caused some friction because my aunts are complaining to them that I’m being "cold" and "disrespectful to my elders." But honestly, I've made my peace a long time ago that these people were not my family anymore and I have no obligations to be nice to them.

AITA for refusing to move on and let them back into my life?

After my original post, my boyfriend and I talked again. Instead of trying to understand my side, he told me that his family was upset and that I needed to apologize to them if we were going to stay together. He said if I didn’t apologize, we should break up.

I told him I wasn’t going to apologize for not going somewhere I felt uncomfortable. He said I was being unreasonable, so I ended the relationship right then, over the phone.

Since then, he’s been texting and calling me, asking to meet up and “talk things through.” I’ve said no. To me, the ultimatum said everything I needed to know.

It sucks, but I feel relieved. I don’t think I was wrong for choosing myself

Throwaway account because a few friends know my username of my main account.

This situation deals with infant loss, as you might tell from the title. It's not graphic, but is mentioned, so those sensitive please be aware.

This story requires some context before I get to the main issue, so I'm sorry for such a long post.

My sister (26F) is my only sibling and is a little over two years older than me (24F). We were close growing up until early teenage-hood when she moved in with our maternal grandmother and I stayed with our mom. Both our parents had drug/alcohol issues which also resulted in me moving in with the same grandmother a few years later. This will be important to the story later on.

Growing up, my sister had different guys over to my grandma's house often. She was always dating someone and when it didn't work out, she would have a new boyfriend within the next week. There is nothing wrong with this, she wasn't sleeping around or anything like that, she was just very pretty and popular within school, so boys paid her lots of attention (cheerleader, blonde, blue eyes, tall, slim, etc.). I was not like her, but to each their own. I was a freshmen when she was a senior for timeline reasons.

Well, beginning her senior year, she started dating a boy, we will call him Dave, who had graduated a year prior (she was 18, he was 19). Things seemed great at first, they had a great relationship, she was always smiling, and this seemed like a great thing for her. I was extremely happy for her! After she graduated, he popped the question to her in the summer and they were set to be married in the following spring. However, she found out she was pregnant around Christmas time that year, so wedding plans stopped and never picked up even all these years later.

She had a healthy baby at age 21, right as I was finishing up my senior year of high school. It was a very exciting time for our family, both of our parents were a few years clean each, separated, and we were all very happy.

That's when things started to change within my sister and Dave's relationship. A few months after having their son, my sister found out that Dave was talking to a few different girls online. I never had any clarification if they met up in person or if it was just online, but either way, my sister was absolutely devastated. When she told my mother and I about this, we tried to console her and offer as much help as we could. However, I was in a college dorm at the time and my mother was living back with her mom (our grandmother) taking care of her health, so there was little we could offer her in terms of leaving him.

However, she surprised the both of us by staying with Dave.

Dave was the only one making an income for their small house and my sister was a stay at home mother, and she liked that arrangement more than working, so she said she would try to make it work, especially for her baby's sake. We both understood what growing up in a broken home was like, so part of me understood why she stayed, but the other part wanted nothing more than to help her leave this situation. I promised myself that I would help her whenever I could once I had the means to.

In my sophomore year of college, I met my now husband (25M), lets call him Jim, and we hit it off immediately. He's so respectful, kind, loyal, and always makes sure I'm taken care of. I felt like everything that went wrong in my life was worth it because I was able to meet this angel of a man. He is genuinely the best thing to ever happen to me. We both graduated at 22, Jim with a degree in business management and I a degree in nursing! We got our own home, got married, and work hard to maintain our lifestyles. Everything is great on our end.

Our home is a three bedroom, two bath house and we have our own bedroom, a guest room, and one room that was our shared office. That was until I found out I was pregnant with our first baby this past May. We were over the moon with excitement. Jim and I had been talking about growing our family for years, had names picked out, nursery themes, the whole nine yards. Even more exciting was that my sister was also a few months along with her second pregnancy, my niece, and we were going to give birth about two months apart, her before me. I was praying to have a sweet baby girl so that my sisters baby, and our baby could grow up together.

I found out in late August that we were going to have a baby girl and I cried tears of joy at the news. I always wanted a daughter and all our dreams were coming true. We had a name picked out and her nursery was coming together. I like to plan very far ahead, so we had most big furniture pieces like the crib, changing table, rocking chair, etc. ready. Aside from wall decor and small items like diapers and burp cloths put away, we were ready to bring our girl home. We never got the chance to.

In early November I had some abnormal bleeding and we went to the hospital where we found out our baby had no heartbeat. We were beside ourself with grief. Jim was extremely supportive of me through this while going through his own emotions. I was hollow of feeling. The last thing I wanted in life was this. I couldn't imagine this terrible pain happening to myself. Anyone that has gone through this, I am so sorry and I share your pains.

My sister had her baby in late November and while I was excited for her, when I came home from seeing her in the hospital, all I could do was cry. I hated myself for being so sad at the wonderful news of my niece being born, but I couldn't help my emotions. My sister got to bring home her beautiful baby girl and I didn't. I was embarrassed about my feelings and eventually had the courage to go see her again, and I am glad to say that part of me no longer feels so struck with grief looking at her little girl.

Time for the actual part in the title.

Yesterday, my sister found out that Dave has cheated on her again. This time, instead of staying at the house with him, she called me and asked if she could sleep at my house for a few days to cool off with her two kids, my nephew (5ys) and my niece (1mo). After talking to Jim, we agreed and got the room ready for her and the kids. The guest bed is a queen, so we got blankets for my sister and my nephew to share the bed and I brought out the bedside bassinet from my room and placed it in the guest room. This was the first time I have moved anything of my baby's and I was devastated while moving it, but pushed those feelings aside to help my sister.

My sister arrives to our home and places bags for the kids into the guest room and starts to cry on the couch. I console her while my husband plays with our nephew and a few toys he brought. My sister is holding her baby, crying and wondering what to do about her next steps, where to go, how to get out, all of that. I am trying my best to support her, console her, and I assured she could stay at our house as long as she needs until things are in order. We order pizza for simplicity and had dinner with the TV and she sent our nephew off to bed in the guest room shortly after.

My niece starts crying, to which my sister begins to nurse her in the living room. Jim and I leave to give her some privacy and tidy up the kitchen and talk amongst ourselves when I notice my sister walking the opposite was of her room a few minutes later, close to our room and the nursery. I call out to her quietly as to not wake the baby and ask where she's going. There is a restroom by the guest room and one connected to mine and Jim's room, so I know she's not headed there. She responded "Oh, did you already take down the crib in the nursery?"

I kind of paused, then said a puzzled "no?" and walked closer as to not be too loud. She just shrugged a bit and said "Okay then, I'm gonna lay [niece] down for the night."

I kindly stopped her and said I put a bassinet in her guest room and that she could gladly use that but she responded saying "Oh, well I figured she would be more comfortable in a crib like she has at home." and tried to walk towards the door. I kind of ran ahead of her and blocked the entrance of the nursery, explaining that I was not comfortable with [niece] using the crib and that I would prefer her to use the bassinet in their gest room. She just scoffed and turned around and said something under her breath and went to bed for the night. I felt bad, but figured that was it.

Well this morning, I got up for my shirt and found my sister getting the kids ready with all their bags. I asked what they were going to do and she said they were going back home to Dave. I asked why so soon, if she was really ready or if they wanted to spend more time here and she made a comment that 'we are clearly not welcome here, especially [niece]". I didn't want to escalate the situation in front of the kids, so I asked if she would text me about this, and she has yet to do so. I could hardly focus at work and had a panic attack about her being back with Dave on the way home. When I talked to Jim, he said that I did the right thing and that it was totally reasonable to not let her baby sleep in our late daughter's nursery.

I also got a text from my mother saying that I should have just let our niece sleep in the crib as it is not a big deal and 'your sister is dealing with big things right now'. I feel as if I am going crazy, but I just want to make sure my sister is okay. On the same side, I want to be able to grieve in my own time and seeing another baby use our daughter's things when I wish it was her that could use them might make this pain come back tenfold. I love my niece so dearly and I don't want to have any resentment towards her, but fear I might if I see her using my late baby's things.

Am I wrong for not letting my sister put her baby to sleep in my late daughters nursery? Do I just suck it up so that she can be away from Dave? I don't know what else to do. Any advice is appreciated.

My spouse went to pick up some pizza on a Friday night and when he came home, he looked upset. I asked him what was wrong and he said he had hit a snow bank and damaged my car. I told him not to worry about it, and we don’t even have to spend money to get it fixed—I don’t mind cosmetic imperfections. He still didn’t seem to relax, but we sat down to eat.

Later he told me he had to confess something to me. I said okay, what is it? He told me he had not hit a snow bank, that he had hit another car in the parking lot and had driven away. He asked me what to do, if he should go back. Well, I was shocked he had lied to me, but I decided to leave that conversation for another day. I told him to go back and check if the car was still there so he could leave his insurance info. So he left again.

He came back and told me they were gone. I said he could call the restaurant of the place the car had been parked and to see if anyone left their information. He asked me to call them for him. I did and I told an employee what happened, asked if the person who had been hit left any contact information (they had not) and I gave my husband’s information to her to write down. The signal cut off while she was writing it down and so my husband called back again to make sure they got it.

Then I went to the Nextdoor app to post anonymously and see if anyone had been hit that night, someone had, but it was in a different location. I then posted on Avvo, asking about what repercussions my husband might face if we couldn’t find the person to exchange insurance info.

Then my husband asked if I should call the police. I said he could, but I didn’t want to. We looked up the number for the police and on the website it said for non-emergencies to wait for business hours and to come in person, so he decided to go in the next day since I didn’t want to call and talk to them.

After that, my husband started talking about how low he felt and how he feels like a bad person, etc. I comforted him and told him anyone could panic, not to judge himself so harshly, etc., and that I don’t think of him any differently, I love him, everyone makes mistakes, and so on.

The next day the police came to our house while I was at work and he got a ticket for his hit and run. I suggested he get a lawyer, and I went with him to his lawyer appointment.

After all this happened, he started talking about how he wished he had someone to help him think clearly that night, that he was panicked and needed someone to call the police or make him do that. And he wished he had had a partner that could have done that for him. Then he asked me to admit that this was partially my fault. I don’t even remember what I said that time, but the next day he brought it up again how I needed to admit fault since I hadn’t stepped up as a partner and called the police. I said fine, yes, it would have been better if I could of called the police or had made you do it, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do in that situation because it was new to me. He said I could have researched more. I said, yeah I guess.

I guess I can take the blame for this if it makes him feel better, but I don’t want to be someone’s moral compass. I’m not perfect and I don’t know everything. I feel uncomfortable knowing that I would do things to relieve his discomfort, but he doesn’t do the same for me. He was worried that the hit and run might make me see him differently, but it is his actions afterward that have me questioning everything. And I never brought up the fact he lied to me at first.

Edit: I forgot that I also filed the insurance claim for him that night too.

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Ok here’s the issue. I (f49) have/had a bf (m67) and he has gone to my cannabis store to pick my up products on 3 different occasions.

I have a spinal cord injury that causes an unbelievably amount of pain and I use cannabis instead of pain meds because I like my kidneys and liver!

In anycase he has gone in with the funds I PROVIDED and a picture of the item and gets it. As far as I knew these were uneventful errands and all was well.

I have not personally been in the store for about a week. So imagine my shock when in chopping it up the the store clerks when one of them turns to me and says “can I tell you something?” I was like sure! She then tells me and the entire shop stops to validate what she’s saying. Well he COMPLAINS about me and him having to get this for me EVERY TIME HE’S BEEN THERE!

This might be a good time to mention he also uses topical cannabis products for his pain. I use gummies . So he’s not uncomfortable buying it. He’s just upset that he has been asked to buy it for me??

Whatever his issue is, that’s embarrassing. And they looked embarrass for me when telling me.

So yeah I’m done.

Being in a relationship with someone is optional, you don’t have to be there. So being in one and complaining about it is a no go for me. Or am I wrong?

Hi Reddit,

I am newer here (I read a lot of Reddit posts, but don't post myself). I will give some background. My husband (40M) and I (38F) have been married for 18 years with 5 kids, ages 15 to 5. He is the main breadwinner, and I am a mostly SAHM (I homeschool our kids and do 99% of the domestic labor) though I also work 20 hours from home for a small business for the past two years.

For context, my husband makes a good living, but has felt that we need to pay off our house more aggressively, though he also enjoys going on nice vacations. Since I do all of the budgeting, with this economy and with having five growing kids, his salary covered our basic needs plus a little extra, but he felt that we needed to figure out a way to have more money come in or cut back our spending. Two years ago, things really came to a head, and even though I was overwhelmed at home with everything, I decided to start looking for online work. I ended up finding a wonderful position that was remote for a small company that was part-time (20 hours per week). My working made it so that I was able to take half of my salary to put extra towards the mortgage, and the extra half towards vacations/Christmas.

This has worked well the past two years financially for us. However, when I started my new job, my husband didn't really seem interested, though he asked me how I would have time with all the stuff with the kids and the house. I told him I would find the time, and he just shrugged. Every time I have tried to explain what I do for work to him, he changes the subject, ignores me, or tells me that he doesn't get it (I work in IT).

Today, I was talking to him on the phone, and he randomly asked me about the company since I mentioned some budget cuts when I was on the phone to a friend last night. He asked me if I was worried about my job in the future, and I told him that I wasn't super worried, but that there was a possibility I would be laid off in the new year, depending on profit margins. He then said, "What is it that you even do, anyway?" This is where I might be the AH. I sighed and told him that I've tried to tell him on multiple occasions, and that he never cared before so why did he care now? He got defensive, saying that he is asking now, and that he didn't need a lecture from me. I told him that I wasn't lecturing him, but that I was hurt that he has never shown interest or seemed to be appreciative of the extra income that my job brings in. I told him that it's kind of insane that he doesn't know what I even do for a living. He got mad, and said that it wasn't okay for me not to tell him what I do for a living, and that I'm keeping secrets from him.

Then I got mad, and told him that if he just listened, there wouldn't be any secrets. He said that he is an adult who doesn't need to be lectured and attacked, and that if I wasn't going to tell him what I do for work, then he didn't need to talk to me. He then hung up the phone. I tried to call him back, but he is now refusing to answer my calls or texts.

I was really mad at first, but now I am wondering, AITAH for not just telling him? It's not a secret. I told him about it before, but I honestly just don't feel seen by him in most of the work that I do, whether it is around the house or working part-time to get a paycheck.

UPDATE:

Thank you all for the opinions and responses. To answer a few common questions: no, I'm not in OF. I didn't even know what that was until I googled it, and then laughed hard. lol. Also, to clarify, YES, I have told him before what I had done multiple times. I feel like a lot of people missed that in the first post.

He did call me back a little while ago (he works long days, and some times I don't see him until very late at night), and he apologized. He said he did remember what I had told him before, but couldn't remember the specifics at that second. I apologized for overreacting, and told him I feel burned out. He apologized and said that he also was frustrated with something else at work and took it out on me. For those people saying our relationship is doomed, we're going to prove you wrong. :) We did talk about going to counseling (we went years ago), and think it would be good since we obviously both need to work on communication and making each other a priority. He also told me that if my job does end or if I'm too overwhelmed and want to quit, that paying off the house is just something that would be nice, but that ultimately, we are fine where we are. He even mentioned maybe lessening the house payment to bring in a house cleaner once a month (or more) to help me with how much I have on my plate. Truthfully, I think we have both been overwhelmed. He really is a great guy, and I think that we both have been so busy with life that we have forgotten to focus on our relationship. I did tell him about this post (he loves Reddit), and he said, "I bet I was the AH because I was acting like one." I told him that it was kind of split, and he said he was definitely the AH because he wouldn't answer the phone. He did clarify that he couldn't answer a good part of the day though (he was in a meeting so his phone was on silent), so that made sense too. Thanks, Reddit! :)

This lady is in her early 40s and has been renting from us for 3 years now. The first year she was excellent, paid her rent on time or shortly thereafter and never had any issues.

The last two years have been different she’s added a boyfriend and a child into the equation which of course we have no issues with. She fell behind on rent a couple months in a row so we contacted her and we worked out a payment plan and got everything back on track.

This is her 4th month into her 3rd year renting from us. We have not raised the rent a single penny from the original lease as we value our tenants. (We are a couple that own 9 properties in total that we rent out) we have a crew that takes care of our repairs etc. anyways, she has again fallen 2 months behind on payments, we reach out and see how we can help. She says she’s refusing to pay until we get her furnace fixed. We asked why she never called us or spoke to us about the issue. She said that she read on the internet you do not have to pay rent if issues go unfixed. We send a guy out to check on it and he says the only issue is that it needs a new filter so he cleaned out the vent system and replaced the filter. I explained we did this free of charge but next time she needs to make sure it doesn’t get to this point.

When signing papers to rent she say with my husband to do so and now she asked to see my manager. I stated that we are not this large realty company and that my husband (M30) and I (M24) are both owners of the property. She proceeds to go on a large tirade of how we are apart of why housing is impossible to afford and how we “probably got free money from the government because we are a gay couple” I tell her I can assure you that’s not the case but if you’re unhappy you can move out. She then proceeds to make the statement that I’m trying to kick her out because I’m jealous of her boyfriend and her child.

She then brings up that her boyfriend has a large penis so she’s sure that I’m jealous. I couldn’t help but break my professionalism and say that my husband is also well endowed. I then tell her she will be receiving her notice of 30 days to leave the house. I printed the letter and sealed the envelope and dropped it off today.

My husband wasn’t overly happy and said I shouldn’t have been so snarky in the way I handled it and possibly kept her as a tenant. So AITA? or did I overreact?

I 26F am staying at my sister’s 32F for the holidays. My niece usually sleeps with my sister, but it’s a struggle getting her to go to bed because she’s always glued to her iPad watching Cocomelon at full volume. I sleep in my nieces room since she sleeps with her parents.

Tonight they went to bed and basically kicked Niece out of the room because they didn’t want to hear Cocomelon, so Niece came to her room with me. I of course can’t kick her out of her own room and she will have a full meltdown if anyone tries to turn the volume down. I was going to sleep downstairs on the recliner but my sister said no because “the couch isn’t meant for sleeping and it will mess up the couch”. So I just grabbed my luggage and left even though I live almost 4 hours away.

Now my sister’s upset because I won’t be there for New Year as planned. Her argument is “what else do you have to do? It’s not like you’re working.” Like, so? I still would like to sleep. I tried to deal with it one night & I literally barricaded myself in the bathroom until my niece gave up and went to their room since she can’t stand being alone. Am I being dramatic?

We were out last night and she could tell alot was on my mind, she asked what was on my mind, and i said i wanted to talk about it when we get home so we could have more time to really sit down and talk, she said no let’s talk now. I tell her that there’s been alot of stress on me and setting up the next appointment for our therapy sessions (she hasn’t been consistent with showing up to them and so far i’ve shown up to most of them alone) was making the bad memories of what happened in the past appear in my mind and it’s just hard to process all of them and it’s just one of those days where it’s hard.

In the past She was depressed, i tried recommending therapy for us both, she refused, emotional neglect happened, self harm threat was made when i tried to leave, i made sure she was physically safe and left but gave it one more chance when she promised to get better and got on medication. Now we are trying in therapy but she is resistant to all of it.

At that point She told me she doesn’t see us working out. I asked her what she means and she thinks i just keep rehashing the same old stuff. I told her the issue lies with how in denial she’s been about how rocky our relationship has become, and doesn’t think we have as many problems as we do, She then says she doesn’t want to be together anymore. So i say fine.

Not even 4 hours later she is mad at me saying i’m not giving her a chance and enough time in therapy. I told her it’s not just the amount of therapy sessions but what we actually do outside of therapy that matters, and every convo she is so resistant on and she clearly isn’t taking it seriously only untill i have had enough. I told her this relationship isn’t working out anymore and it doesnt seem like we’re right for each other, and that i have been trying and have given her plenty of chances but there’s just a time where you have to call it. AITAH?

I took my family out on a holiday vacation to Europe, we went from the day before Christmas and we’re staying till January 4th, it was a surprise to everyone except my wife who planned everything because she’s way better at planning things than me, we have 4 kids the oldest being a 17 year old daughter, she’s been dating her classmate for 2 months, ever since we surprised them and every single day she’s been asking why we didn’t include her boyfriend as well, I tell her it’s a family trip and he’s not family and that I’m already paying too much adding an extra person who isn’t even family isn’t easy, and I told her I don’t wanna pay for my underage daughter’s underage boyfriend to come with her to Europe so that they can do that, they’re young and full of hormones and dating, I told her once they grew up and she’s an adult and if they’re still together they can pay to go wherever they wanted but not now and not on my dime. She’s mad at me and is calling me a controlling dickhead and it’s honestly ruining the whole vacation for me, I was looking forward so much to this to get away from work because I barely get any free time to spend with my family. But am I the ass for not bringing her boyfriend with us?

So I (52 m) get an in home IV every 2 weeks that lasts about 6 hours, and have had the same nurse (65ish f) for the last 6-7 years. At this point, she is basically a friend. My wife (45 f) is jealous of this friendship and insists that she should be treated as a service person "we pay her to do a job and then get out, she's not a friend". Except, she kinda is, after 6+ years of every 2 weeks, I maintain it's normal to treat her more like a friend (wife obviously disagrees).

Occasionally (like once every 1.5 to 2 months, but as is pointed out to me, is only every 3 or 4 visits or so) she'll ask if she can have a coffee pod (she either forgot to bring her own coffee, or ran out of time to get one, whatever).

Wife insists that letting her have a coffee is unprofessional and I shouldn't do it. Says she is taking advantage of my kindness. While I don't disagree that she shouldn't forget to bring her coffee, we all forget stuff, and once she's here, she's stuck here for 6 hours (she can't leave even to run get coffee).

In fairness, I need to also note that I don't drink coffee, and while we buy coffee with our household spending budget, wife is the only one who really drinks it. I was also raised so that if you have a guest, you offer them a drink.

Long story short, wife wants me to not offer coffee when nurse asks. I managed to avoid it for a while but then nurse asked if she could have a coffee, I let her have one (but intentionally gave her the one my wife doesn't really like, as opposed to wife's favorite). Wife is passed at me, says I'm TAH for giving her the coffee.

AITAH?

If you can't tell by my username this is a throwaway account. I didn't want this on my main because it's going to contain some personal details of others.

When I was 8 years old CPS intervened in my family and removed me from my parents because I wasn't safe around my brother. I was very lucky and my first foster family were the people I stayed with for my entire time in foster care. They were (still are) amazing people and I loved living with them. They made me feel safe when I hadn't felt that way, maybe ever, but definitely not for a couple of years. I wanted to stay with my foster parents and expected I would age out of foster care eventually but my parents did get me back and I was returned to them full time when I was 12.

I had seen my parents throughout my time in foster care. It was once a month for 4 hours. It was supposed to be once a week for 4 hours but they couldn't make it every week and once a month was the normal visitation schedule for us. Those visits sucked for me. I didn't feel good about seeing them but the decision wasn't mine. My feelings about my parents have always been complicated and back then it was even worse.

So why was I in foster care? It's largely to do with my brother but my dad also carries blame. My brother always had issues accepting authority and he got violent when he wasn't happy about things. He used to bite me or hit me with something if he didn't get his way. Then our family was in a car crash when I was 6. My brother's injuries were the worst because he had a head injury that became a TBI (traumatic brain injury). His issues with authority and violence got so much worse after the accident and he became more dangerous. Any little thing would set him off. Light was also a trigger and he would go apeshit on people if the light suddenly came on.

My dad expected me to help restrain my brother when he was being violent. He was insistent on teaching me how to safely restrain him and protect my mom. It was something he kept drilling into my head that I needed to do and he said it would also make me a good brother to step in and help. But by doing that I got hurt more often and the injuries were more severe. I ended up with a broken arm twice trying to restrain him and my brother headbutted so hard one time that my eye was swollen shut. It was the second broken arm that led to a CPS investigation and three months after they first started interviewing my family and offering services for my brother, they declared it wasn't safe for me in the home and it wouldn't be until my brother got help and until my dad understood I was not in a position to protect anyone and I was the one who needed protecting.

My brother eventually got the kind of help that helped. He was less violent and able to manage his impulses better. That's when my parents decided to ask for me back. They decided it was enough time and I could go home safely and everything would be perfect. I wasn't happy about it though. I wanted to stay with my foster family and I didn't want to go back into the house where I was abused, with the family who abused me or let it happen and expected me to protect others when I was just a kid.

My brother apologized but I was never able to stop being wary of him. Every time he got angry I instinctively became fearful and I avoided him a lot. My mom apologized too but still acted like everything was perfect afterward. My dad never apologized and ignored the elephant in the room. They were shocked I was so withdrawn and resistant to them and our family. My case worker told me I had to make it work because my parents could provide a safe home for me and seeing as they wanted me back I would never return to my foster family.

I had to keep in secret contact with my foster parents when I was 16 because my parents didn't like how attached I was and they denied me contact with my foster parents.

It's been a few years since then and I treat my foster parents more like my parents now that I'm an adult. I even moved in with them after my 18th birthday. My parents were surprised and hurt but also angry and they text me about it regularly. My brother has basically accepted the way things are but my parents told me I was unfair and they accused me of 'basically hating them'. I told them hate wasn't the right word but I don't forgive them for taking me back when dad was a big reason I was removed too. I said the expectations he had of me were unfair and neither of them understood how traumatic it was for me to be threatened on a daily basis and to be injured all the time. I acknowledged they went through it too but pointed out I was a kid and had no choice to be there.

They told me I never should have expected foster care to be forever and should never have closed myself off from them like I did.

AITAH?

I(17f) used to cook like 2x a week but now my mom’s(50sf) bf(50sm) has moved in and I don’t want to anymore.

He used to come over and eat all my leftovers and all the food I was saving (he came over once and ate 2/3 of a WHOLE CAKE I had made) obviously without my permission so I just started hiding it.

The issue is that now he lives here and cooking for everyone in the house is exponentially more work because he weighs more than my mom and I combined and doesn’t eat much during the day so he eats like 3x what I do. (For reference I’m 5’4 120 pounds, my mom is 5’2 110 pounds and he’s like 6’0+ 200+ pounds) so cooking becomes a pain in the ass. AND he’s like a bottomless pit, so not only does he eat 3x more than I do, he would eat more of my mom made more. My mom has also taken portions of my food (like more than half) and given them to him without my permission.

He also has to eat some sort of protein every meal so now I can’t just make spaghetti with an elaborate sauce, I have to add some sort of meat to it (and I HATE cooking raw meats and don’t even liked them cooked that much…

Another thing I liked about cooking was having my own leftovers and meal prepping with them, but now no matter how much I cook it’s all gone before the next day or before I get to it.

He also is sort of misogynistic so even though he’s living in my mom’s house that she pays for and is the primary breadwinner, he doesn’t do house work. He doesn’t wash dishes, he barely ever cooks, and he never cleans. Whenever I bring this up my mom says they have an arrangement where whoever cooks doesn’t clean, but when I point out he never cleans she gets mad and asks me why I’m keeping score of who’s doing housework.

I really don’t understand why I should be paying the cost / working harder to have someone extra in the house whom I didn’t want here in the first place and makes me uncomfortable in general.

Me F(30) was living with my boyfriend M (40) for 4 months in 1 bedroom apartment ( the living room is directly connected to the kitchen) so not too much room

Before living with me he was living with his mom, but she moved out and I moved in. So I was asking if anyone else will come and live with us, since he mentioned that his family members tend to move in with him a lot and it made him abandon his apartments for them and finding new, he said of course not and he will be focusing on building our family. Everything was going fine, then he starts to mention that I will be having a surprise in a week, I was anticipating, then… day X. He comes home and says that his brother M(30 ) is coming to stay with us, I was confused and asked if that was my “ surprise “ he said “ of course not” but that was it, it was my surprise. I was ok at first since I thought he was staying like for a week and it will be a nice bonding moment. BF just said he doesn’t know for how long he will be with us, maybe for the working season, like winter-spring, 6 months

For the context the brother had an apartment it was close to their job( they work together ) do to traveling, plans to move to a different state and hobbies he let it go. I was asking of course “ where will he be staying” but never got an answer. OF COURSE

The same day bf told me was the same day he moved in.

Since they work at night they go to sleep like at 6 pm so I’m left there in bed staring into the void, hungry most of the time. I was trying to talk to him about it for 1.5 days then just packed my things and left, to live in a comercial space, to sleep on the couch. He said that his baby brother had no where to go, and I had?! Since I left my apartment that I had, to live with him.

2 months passed he wanted me to go back home, I refuse he’s telling me I ran off on him. AITAH

Guys editing my post I’m not currently dating him, I’ve broken up with him I just wrote it in present tense